Victory-Gal awoke with a start, sitting up on bed and gasping. With her mind still groggy she took in her surroundings. It was some kind of pink, pastel colored room that looked just a little too saturated. She was lying in a bed with floral patterns on it, and the mattress was so comfy she was amazed she didn't feel the urge to go right back to bed.
Outside the birds were singing and the sunlight was just peeking through the curtains. Victory-Gal shook her head and got out of bed, opening the curtains to get a better idea of where she was.
With the light streaming in, she could see that the room she was in was a massive fifties style throwback, with all the furniture conforming to the style in various pinks and blues. Looking outside she could see a row of similar looking houses in different colors with white picket fences and perfect lawns.
“Wh-what the hell?” Victory-Gal muttered. Had she been captured? Or had she temporarily succumbed to the town's influence.
No…no that didn't make sense. If that was the case why was she still in her costume, and why would it let go of her when it had her. She tried to think back to what had happened, and as the haze lifted from her mind she remembered what had happened the other day.
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The group had appeared on a hilltop overlooking what looked to be a good sized suburban town. There was a sign close to where they were proudly saying the town was called “Sunny Suburbia” with a population count on the bottom that ticked up by four as soon as they had laid eyes upon it.
Any attempts to get back had merely led them back to where they had been, and of course all contact was cut off. They had all expected this so there was little to no panic.
“So what do we do now?” Silver Tiger asked, looking down at the town, “I doubt we can just waltz in and take people out of here.”
“Hmmm, not sensing any magic in the air….” Mazakala said, making arcane gestures. “At least nothing detectable, source of this interference is hard to pink down too…”
“Observation from a distance would be best…” Blackwing said, “Stick to the shadows.”
“Not a bad plan…” Silver Tiger mused, “But still maybe too light a touch.”
“Getting involved in that town runs the risk of discovery!” Blackwing said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest, “Not to mention being ensnared by the brainwashing.”
“Yeah, but still not being able to scope out the main area puts us at a disadvantage…” Victory-Gal mused, “Maybe…one of us could go in…”
“Still risky,” Blackwing said, “Someone will notice something off, or fall victim.”
Victory-Gal had thought then, when an idea had suddenly come to her mind. She looked over at Mazakala and asked “Can you do hypnosis?”
“Hypnosis? I mean sure,” Mazakala said with a shrug, “I can do multiple kinds, why?”
“If you can make one of us act like those step…like those women,” Victory-Gal said, almost using the technical term, “Then we can get in on the ground without having to worry about it. It could even act as a kind of…I dunno buffer?”
“Sounds risky…” White Tiger said.
“Yeah but…” Mazakala tapped her chin thoughtfully, “It might work. Hell I can even have a self activated one, though it does last a while. If you feel the brainwashing coming over you it could be used as a buffer like you said.”
“Yeah exactly,” Victory-Gal said, “That means one of us will be able to have a closer look at the people while the others investigate around town!”
“And who do you propose to do this?” Blackwing asked, “This too carries great risk.”
“That's why I will do it!” Victory-Gal said, trying not to sound too excited. “I suggested it, so I take the risk!”
“Very well,” Silver Tiger said, “It may be useful, just pull yourself out of it if you feel like you are in danger.”
Blacking said nothing, but did not protest so Victory-Gal considered that a win.
“Alright, but this is tricky,” Mazakala said with a sigh, “After I put you under you'll be activated until you go to sleep, after that all you need to do is concentrate a little to activate it. Just don't do it too much or you'll fall into it.”
“R-right…” Victory-Gal said, trying to calm her excitement at the idea. “I'm ready when you are!”
“Okay,” Mazakala said, “But one thing first, no real names. No matter how tempting it is, do not use our real names when we're here. It could be that whatever this is will find us easier to convert when it has our names.”
All of them agreed, they didn't really know any of their secret identities in any case.
After that, all Victory-Gal could remember as a coin swinging in front of her face and then…
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“Okay…maybe this was a bad idea…”She said, as she looked at her wardrobe at all the polyester dresses in there, all the colors of the costume. She resisted the urge to try one on, or even think about how she'd look in them.
“Still the same old me…” She said, looking in the full length mirror. She was about to leave when she realised something. Her hands reached to her chest and she cupped her breasts, “Oh no…”
They had gotten bigger, not by that much but definitely by a noticeable amount. She was still far from the size of the women in his town, and even from her colleagues but still it was probably not a good sign. Did even being hypnotized into being one of those women cause this. If that was the case then maybe this really was a bad idea.
“No…no this is fine you can deal with this” Victory-Gal took in a breath and decided to take a look around the house.
To her relief there seemed to be nobody else there. The fridge and pantry was stocked to her great surprise and of course there were various kitschy objects and signs all over the place. The “Home Sweet Home” made her simultaneously shudder and her heart skip a beat.
She found herself walking outside, just to see what it was like. She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of this place being…artificial. Like even though she was outside she felt like she was currently on a set. It was more than a little unnerving, and she suddenly wanted to go back inside.
“Well howdy neighbour!”
Victory-Gal suddenly saw a woman approach her. She had dark skin and was wearing a bright green dress. Her hair was a ridiculous bouffant, and she had breasts that possibly even surpassed Samantha's own. What was really spectacular about her was the massive gravid belly jutting out from her, that she seemed to carry with an almost inhuman grace and poise.
“H-hi…” Victory-Gal said, giving the woman a small wave.
“Golly you must've slept like a log! Don't blame ya, movin’ to a new place always takes it out of ya” The woman said, giving her a too perfect toothed smile, “Remember me from yesterday? Jessica?”
“Oh of course,” Victory-Gal said, “Um…n-nice of you to welcome me to the neighbourhood.”
Victory-Gal realised she recognized this woman from somewhere. She had managed to read over a few of the missing person's reports, and this woman had been in one of them. Jessica Samson, famous Biochemist and one of the brightest minds of her time. Though she was known for being very cold and professional, with little time for people. Of course, the Jessica on the report had been in her late seventies with no children, and this one looked to be in her twenties and ready to give birth to a litter that would make a rotent's eyes widen.
“Oh that was just a greeting,” She said with a wink, “Me and the gals know how lonely you must be with your husband on a business trip, so we organized a little get together in my house to give you a proper welcome!’
Her “husband” was on a business trip. Either Mazakala was very creative with her backstories or…no she didn't want to think about that. Whatever the case, joining this circle would probably help her gather info. Though maybe she should try and contact the others as soon as possible…
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